I can not believe that so much has happened since the last time I wrote. I don’t even know where to start. Well, I guess I could begin with the fact that I made a major life change :

I quit Happy’s

Now, I guess this would be more of a big deal if :

A) I actually updated this blog on a regular basis and people actually read it.

B) I didn’t already take my job at Happy’s back.

C) If I had quit in the crazy, over-the-top way that I always pictured in my head whenever a customer pissed me off.

To put it simply, I got a job offer that I thought would be better than Happy’s. I was lured in by the promise of a busboy, health insurance, paid vacations, and a higher pay rate. The standard hourly rate for servers in Massachusetts is $2.63 an hour, and at this new job I would be making $5.00.

Sounds perfect, right?

So I gave my two weeks notice. My manager tried to talk me out of it, but I was convinced that I was moving on to bigger and better things. He told me that if things didn’t work out, to give him a call because I would always have a place at Happy’s. I didn’t realize then how soon I would be taking him up on his offer.

I went from making an average of $100 a day to making $20 a day. You see, I took a job at a hotel that I guess we’ll call,The Paradise Inn. I worked in the hotel’s restaurant, where I made absolutely no money, regardless of whether I had one party in the dining room, or a line out the door. My manager had no clue what she was doing, and it reflected in the obvious chaos that seemed to go on during every shift. My co-workers had no respect for her authority whatsoever, calling out sick whenever they pleased, or showing up between 2-3 hours after their scheduled times.I often found myself standing alone in a full dining room, with tables that had already been sitting there for 20 minutes, because the opening server decided not to show up!I stayed there for about three months, before the need to save myself financially and psychologically had me swallowing my pride, and going back to Happy’s.

Those miserable three months could have easily been avoided if I had remembered something my mother always said…